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Madison Lovette

"Every monster has a mind."

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a character in “SCION”, as played by Miss Echo

Description

Full Name:

Doctor Madison Lewis Lovette

Nicknames/Aliases:

Mad, Maddie, Fruitcake

Gender:

Male

Age:

A little over 300, was bitten at 24

Species:

Vampire

Rank:

Cryptid Behaviourist

Description:

Although Madison is a man, and identifies himself as such, it is difficult to come across a day where he isn’t cheerfully donning skirts and blouses- as opposed to the usual jeans and ties. The vampire greatly prefers more feminine attire, and will take his time to apply makeup most days; although even without it, Madison appears more on the fair side than not. He stands at about 5’6, with dark, chin length hair, darker eyes, and the pale skin and fangs that signify him as a vampire.

Personality:

A “glass half full” kind of guy, Madison tends to be quite friendly and good humored, open to most conversation and even cracking a few jokes from time to time. He has quite a long fuse when it comes to things, making it rather difficult for him to get riled; however, when he is, he tends to hold grudges against those responsible. He is also fairly empathetic, although he is still willing to pick up a weapon when necessary.

Skills:

Madison possesses a fair deal of knowledge on the workings of cryptid behavior; the differences and similarities of a turned cryptid versus a born one, how age tends to affect a cryptid, the personalities of one in a group as opposed to alone...so on and so forth. Aside from his knowledge, he also has the usual vampiric swiftness and abilities, as well as a penchant for stealth. Combined with his talent with a rifle, Madison makes a fairly skilled sniper.

Weaknesses: Besides the usual weaknesses that comes with vampirism, Madison is quite weak, lacking skills in hand-to-hand combat through his focus on speed and stealth. As such, he does not tend to be durable in the face of a direct fight, and will oftentimes prioritize putting distance between himself and an attacker.

Brief History:

Madison’s early life was...interesting, to say the least. The son of a less-than-rich-blacksmith, the boy was groomed from a young age to take up his father’s job when the time came, set to tinker with scraps of metal and failed works. Madison seemed quite content with his role, although he occasionally slacked off to read one of the few books his family had around the house. He helped around the shop, even attempting to make his own creations from time to time, but, after his sister’s death things began to change.

Madison developed a fascination with femininity. He began to don his sister’s old clothing, storing them away when his parents attempted to prevent the habit. He would take rouge and cologne from his mother’s room to try it on, wearing them around his room and attempting to replicate the styles he had seen on the streets. As time went on, Madison developed a reputation as a respectable young man (although his habit still remained)- albeit a bit of a gambler whenever he scrounged up enough coin. He had a sweetheart, and was considering going into politics, much to the approval of his parents.

It was around this time, the state of relative normality, that he was bitten. Almost immediately after learning what had happened, figuring out he was no longer human, Madison vanished. No longer bound by the unspoken law set by his time, he was able to throw himself into his “hobby”, perfecting his imitation of the female form with time. He joined a coven sometime during the years, although he eventually left it on amicable terms after a few decades, choosing to roam instead. From time to time, Madison would temporarily shed his guise to participate in a conflict, although such events didn’t last long.

One day, during one of Madison’s “strolls”- as he called them- he came across an organization dubbed “SCION”. Having amassed a wealth of knowledge regarding cryptids, he set upon joining, and soon found himself putting his knowledge to good use as a Cryptid Behaviourist. He conducted several studies, writing a decent amount on his subject, although Madison faded into the shadows with SCION.

Upon learning of the return of the organization, Madison made a reappearance, acting as if the lapse hadn’t existed at all and easily slipping back into his role- albeit with a good amount of confusion on part of the newer members.

Other:

  • Very fond of fashion, and will oftentimes make suggestions as to what would look good on his coworkers (although, admittedly, Madison will suggest to other male members that they should try on gowns more often than not).
  • Enjoys the more luxurious things in life, meaning that he has a tendency to go a bit overboard in buying new furniture or outfits for himself.

So begins...

Madison Lovette's Story

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The appearance of the “Fallen” in history is a fairly enigmatic one. Beings cast from the sky, crashing to earth, and somehow surviving the fall- a fall which would easily reduce most to little more than dust, but leaves them in one piece, and covered with traumatic burns. Many of these beings, when brought to the medical wing, remain in the same comatose state they were found in. However, as with many species, there are exceptions to this rule.

The researcher before the monitor paused, hands dawdling over the keys. He scanned the words carefully, searching for any flaws, correcting his grammar here and there, before continuing on.

Upon awakening, every single one of the Fallen have experience severe memory loss, remembering nothing of their past, the accident, or even their own name. They are left in a state of confusion, although no other brain damage has been reported. Interestingly enough, as well as the amnesia, the Fallen have displayed caring tendencies. They exhibit the ability to soothe both physical and mental pains, making them the perfect candidates for therapists or doctors.

I’ve had the pleasure of speaking to a few of the Fallen collected by SCION, and I have found them to be quite enjoyable company. Patient and empathetic, each one seemed fairly receptive to my interviewing, and I left each session feeling far more refreshed and relaxed then when I went, often in amiable terms with the subjects.

Although many of the more cynical researchers of SCION may attribute their qualities to being extraterrestrials of some sort- their survival, their abilities, even their very nature- I enjoy toying with the idea of them being angels of some sort. Angels brought down to earth for whatever reason, still carrying with them the primal urge to heal, to
save. Call me over imaginative, but with the confirmed existence of demons, I cannot help but feel as if they are the closest that mankind can ever truly get to the heavens- or, at least, until further evidence proves otherwise.

Madison had just finished his most recent paragraph when the bright ringing of his phone broke him out of focus, and, quickly saving the document, moved over to answer. He needed a break, anyway, he mused.

“Hello!” He chirped. “This is Dr. Lovette speaking. How can I help?” Madison went quiet, listening to the other on the line, before laughing and sending himself spinning in his office chair. “Oh, no, you’re not interrupting anything too important. I’m just updating my records. What do you need?” Pause, the vampire’s eyes slowly lighting up with each moment passed. “Wait. You mean that...do you know if...when can I...do I need...Right, thank you.”

With that, he clicked off, grinning to himself as he laid down his phone and turned to log off his computer. While Madison had attended the meeting with the rest of the base, he had decided not to volunteer. After all, at most his skills would only be needed to speak to the local cryptids, and little else. Besides, he had needed to get some paperwork done, and that seemed to be more important than the mission at the time.

But now...well, now things were different! Absolutely marvelous! He hadn’t been prepared for something like this- after all, he had been told the body was dead, something which Oren’s expertise perfectly fit, and...well, his didn’t, but- but now, well, it looked like he would be of some use to the mission after all!

Hopping out of his chair, Madison moved to pack his things, skirt swirling about his ankles as he rushed about. He couldn’t waste any time, after all- the mission was practically in full swing, and if they had already detained the cryptid, then he shouldn’t keep them waiting...Part of him wanted to surprise his coworkers, but he thought better of it and sent a few messages over to Oren.

‘Hey, oren, guess who was assigned to the mission! :D’

‘do you have the thing handled yet? try not to get it more damaged, haha. or hurt its feelings too much. on my way!’

With that, Madison tucked his phone away, and continued to get ready. A brand new cryptid to study, and he was brought in to help study it!

Evidently, he wasn’t aware of the...dilemmas his co workers were currently facing.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Issac Schofield
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Oren was still watching the creature when her phone began to chirp.

Still watching the thing carefully, she took it out of her pocket and hazarded a glance down. Lovette. Asking a somewhat awkward question in light of the situation.

'Depends on what you consider more damaged and whether you'd consider something like this to really have feelings in the first place.' she replied, between casting the occasional glance back towards the creature, who was still huddled up against the wall, trembling and trying to hold its own entrails inside its torso.

By this point Oren was moderately concerned that they might have just mortally wounded something that wasn't actually a danger, in which case it was not going to reflect too well on them, even if you weren't considering the moral implications of the whole thing. Still, she addressed the others.

"Lovette's been called in. I suppose that means the dispatchers want the creature alive. So, that takes the decision out of my hands."

Something Oren didn't really mind relinquishing.

Though how they'd actually get this thing out in this state was another matter entirely.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Alexander Wiseman Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Arcturus. Character Portrait: Rafael Jose Alihambra Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Fel Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Crystal Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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Issac'a weapon traded targets as the double doors bounced open, and was instantly lowered upon seeing Rafael , Montana....Toby and Spire. Why where those two here? Were they the ones Rafael had blown their cover on? Figures...

" You both were told to stop freelancing after that botched raid on that vampire group I had been watching." He said leering at Spire, who he guessed had been the 'brains' of that operation. It had been a rogue group of vampires involved in human trafficking, Issac was watching him to hopefully learn who they had been working for but Toby and Spire and managed to get involved, Issac involved him self since he hadn't wanted the young men to die, he hadn't known they were sups until after the fact.

He didn't want these two to get anymore involved then they already were... Who knows who they had come in contact with in the last few years. He smiled a bit before he spoke. " At least the gang is all here now." It was a lie that Montana and even Rafael should be able to catch with tweezers. Issac didn't want Spire or Toby to know that the group was larger than it was until it was too late, what ever was going to happen, they'd at least have to be taken for questioning to see how much Rafael had leaked to them... Issac distantly wondered who's side Rafael was on...

A itch formed between Issac's shoulder blades, worse than the sweat and dust caught between his near-skin-tight-body armor. It was the feeling you'd get when someone held a knife to your back... As for who held that knife Issac had little idea.

He turned his back to the double doors and re-aimed his weapon on the creature. " So, what are we gonna do?" He said to Oren, half glancing to where Toby and Spire was, to convey he wasn't talking about the creature. Lovette would deal with that... after we move it that is.

Issac wondered how the other groups had been doing... hopefully better than them.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Issac Schofield
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“I wonder…”

It hadn’t taken Madison long to arrive in York. That was one of the marvels of the 21st century; a marvel that he greatly adored. It had taken even less time to rent a nice little car for himself and be on his way, driving not to the safehouse to wait, but instead to where Group One was sent to investigate the corpse.

Admittedly, it most likely would have been a better option to merely hang about the little base of the operatives, preparing things for the cryptid’s arrival. However, it was a mixture of buzzing excitement to meet the not-quite-dead being, as well as a hint of...well, concern. News, shreds of gossip had spread throughout the base, sending his phone alight with messages, with every scrap being less than favorable. And then there was the matter of Oren’s text; from the looks of it, they didn’t quite have the situation under control yet.

As such, Madison had found himself driving up the road to the hospital, only to find a confirmation that things were not going as planned. Flashes of red and blue illuminated his surroundings, and, absentmindedly, he reached forward and switched his headlights off. Didn’t want any attention in a time like this, after all, and besides; it wasn’t that hard to see the road, anyway.

The doctor eventually caught sight of the building’s back entrance, and moved to put on the breaks, peering out the window for a moment or two before lifting his phone. With any luck, they had managed to get out before the chaos, but if not…

Once again, a few messages were sent out; this time to both Oren and the rest of her assigned group.

‘hey, im outside the place. are u all still around, or did I drive all the way out here for nothing? :p’

‘its crazy out here, haha. what happened? did someone see the cryptid?’

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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How are they going to get the damned thing to base? Do they really plan on walking all the fucking way? He grumbled, the duty bound side of him gnawed away at the stupidity and anger he was feeling. I’ll have to get them something…


"Where are you going?" Toby's words halted midstep Issac , and he turned facing the young man, with an expectant expression. "You're going to get c--caught--The quarantine? Actually, that might be the least of your concerns. You've got a gun. We're in the UK, hello?"

" I'm also a federal field agent in a joint operation that the CIA and the British NCA is involved in now aren't I?"

Issac , still annoyed by all that had happened so far explained what he was going to do. " I don't know about you but I'm going to move through this place before the quarantine takes full effect and not through the biohazard death trap . We have wasted about three minutes before this place gets locked down. " As Issac spoke , his mind worked at some other issues he'd have to address, that's when he remembered something.

" Fuck me. " He swore. The three spent casings in the morgue. He ran back to the hallway morgue. It didn’t long for him to find the brass, while his team mates shielded up and went down the shoot. He slipped the three brass cases into his pocket before darting back out the hallway not saying anything to either of the remaining teammates as they jumped down the chute.

He went passed their ‘look out’ who jumped out of their skin.

He got some strange looks from some of the other staff member as he jogged through the building in the opposite direction of the quarantine unit who had shop in front of the morgue.


Within a few moments Issac had cleared the length of the building and only a small bit of alarm from some of the staff Issac was well on his way out the front door, only stopping momentarily to double check that the street was clear. People behind him start shouting he chose to bolt across the street, before picking up the pace into a dead on sprint.


The rows of two story brick houses gave enough twist and turns that he felt comfortable slowing his pace down.

‘ Gotta find them a ride..’ He said peering through the alleyways, also keeping an eye out for anyone that might have been looking for him from the hospital. He started circling back around the hospital, only a block away from it’s outskirts. The building was longer than it was wide unfortunately… It was going to be a few blocks until he could circle back to the area where his team members were going to emerge.

Before he started to feel his lungs burn with effort he had cleared half of the circle.

They needed a van or something---- well like that. Issac eyed a Swift brand Moving truck. It was the same as one used by the hospital. His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it for the moment, there wasn’t much time to spare at the moment. It had been about 7 minutes since he had gone back for the casings.


He walked up to the Van , double checking that he had no company, then pulled out a set of lockpicks hidden down the side of his boot. it wasn’t much honestly. Just a torque wrench and a single hook pick, but it was all he needed. In a short amount of time, and 5 2nd generation beveled tumblers later he was inside the car.

While in the driver seat Issac pulled the case from under the steering wheel and set to work with his multi tool and knife.Taking the shell off from under the steering wheel. Once he got the car started he checked his phone, right in time to see Lovette’s mass text. He frowned a bit debating on answering him before settling to see to Oren and the others first. ( about 12 mins since the casings) He multi tasked, searching the car from any paper work there might be in-case he was pulled over or someone hit him. Nothing worse than getting into a wreck while in a stol--- borrowed company car.

“ Got a ride for ya, swift brand moving van, I am 2 blocks east . Where do you want to meet?
P.S. Yes I’m an ass, will apologize later for the outburst. I.S.”

The second he sent one to Stride : “ I got pissy and left when Oren told us to split up, not so graceful exit tho. No one--- well, aside from the ‘dead’ cryptic, no one got hurt.”

Issac Started to drive the car, choosing to head north, staying a two blocks away from the Hospital’s main street waiting for Oren’s text, if she didn’t text him soon he’d just head back to base.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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'"See" is one way to put it. Its blood and viscera are all over my sleeves.
We;re out the back of the hospital by the bins. Cryptid is here too it's-'

Oren paused in her texting to glance over toward the creature, who was pressed up against the dumpsters, knees pulled close and form bent over and it vomited acid green ichor onto the dirtied concrete.


'-well it's alive at the moment. Meet us round the back.

-O'

As the two brothers landed in the yard with them, the woman's phone chirped. She'd expected a reply from Lovette, but instead found that Isaac had appeared to have gotten over his previous sentiment and was on his way back with a vehicle. Oren was still not exactly pleased about the man, and also concerned about being stopped if they were seen in a stolen van. Still he was at least doing something, which was a step up.

'Glad you decided to make yourself useful. We're out the back of the hospital and our cargo is not exactly subtle to here would be good.
-O'

She hadn't heard anything from the group at the safehouse regarding both her complaints or her demands, which either meant no-one was there, there were problems, or the people were ignoring her. None were out of the question.

Her gaze flickered over to regard the hunters for a moment.
"So. Is this where you two get off the ride? Regardless of what that fool might have told you, if you want any kind of formal mission information, you have to go through approval by one of the senior officers, and they're a lot more discerning about their contractors."

Instinct told her to cut the two loose as soon as possible, they were pretty shady. The way the lyco once looked at her from time to time made her feel like a caged gerbil being surveyed by the family cat, only a fairly flimsy barrier between relative calm and out and out carnage, but still...she'd been in the business long enough to know the value of keeping your enemies closer. If they knew so much at this point, it was ore dangerous to have them walking around telling everyone.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Rafael Jose Alihambra Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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‘can see why theres so many people hanging around, then. :/’

‘i heard derricks getting called in. at least if theres anyone who saw running around, they wont remember, right? haha’

‘gonna drive by right now. put some plastic wrap in the back for the cryptid if u need it. just hold tight, okay? ^.^’

Frowning at his screen, Madison allowed his phone to fall into his lap before taking ahold of the steering wheel, continuing down the street as if, like the few civilian cars nearby, he had dawdled in an attempt to catch sight of what was happening behind the quarantine. He drove for a while, making as if he was simply on his way to work before taking a turn once he was fully out of sight.

He wove behind as many buildings as possible in an effort to prevent any unwanted attention, occasionally glancing about to ascertain that there were no eyes upon him, and eventually managed to reach the back end of the hospital. Upon actually getting there, however, he slowed; something was off.

For one, Issac was missing.

For another, Rafael was hanging about, although Madison did not think too heavily on that; he could have easily been reassigned to hospital duty, after all.

Finally, and more alarmingly, the group had new company. While one was a crouched, bandaged figure that he assumed to be the cryptid, the other two...well, Madison wasn’t too sure about the other two.

Nevertheless, the vampire went on, stalling in front of the party before rolling down the window and poking his head out. “Hi!” He chirped. “I’m guessing that it’s not really the time to ask questions right now, but are those two coming with us, or…” Madison gave an idle wave towards the aforementioned brothers, resting the arm upon the windowsill before continuing.

“Also, do I need to wait for our friend to show up because he went off to do something real quick, or does he have it handled?” He didn’t use names; after all, in the presence of strangers, and in such a public place, that only spelled a recipe for disaster.

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Crystal
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Issac glanced at his phone, keeping one eye on the road in-front of him, He wasn't far away, just one more left turn and he'd be staring at the back of the morgue. He flipped on his blinker and waited for traffic to allow him to turn.

The van wasn't an odd sight, apparently everyone and their brother used these damned things, so even if it had been reported stolen in a few hours it would take forever for anyone to find it, unless you counted by some stroke of dumb luck. Issac spotted the others when a car pulled up.

" Ah so frank n. furter's here already." He smiled a bit, seeing Lovette talking with Oren. Issac went a head and parked along side the road that ran right up to the back of the hospital only about a quarter of a block down the road. the Van looked right at home here, there was actually another one parked down the road a bit, it was empty as far as Issac could tell.

He sent a text to Oren. ' Here if you need me. I.S.' He waited a second for Oren to check her phone before flashing his lights once.

He watched the group as he sent another text, this one to crystal, thinking that stride might have broken her phone or something.

'Hello, let Stride know we are alright and are gonna be home soon kiddo. Got delayed by some orange tape. Thanks a bunch. I.S'

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Character Portrait: Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Issac Schofield Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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"I'll explain it all to you when we get back." Oren replied upon Madison's arrival, as she disentangled a hypodermic needle from her hair.
"If you'd be so kind as to take glowstick-blood here back to the safehouse right now I'd appreciate it. "

She then turned her attention to Christina.
"And if you'd like to go along with them and make sure it all runs smoothly and no-one noticed the green-eyed monster in the interim. I'll be going along to accompany the Brothers Grim there and make sure they don't try anything." she regarded Spire and Toby a little critically and moved to relay this message to Issac.

'You're taking the hunters, and me to make sure they don't try and knife you while you're driving. Try and take a roundabout route so they can't locate it easily from any landmarks in case we need to drop them in a hurry, alright?
-O'

She then gestured for the brothers to follow her and decided to leave dealing with the cryptid up to Madison. That was, after all, his area. It became her area when they were dead.

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Toby and Spire watched the suspiciously cheerful vampire ride up, Spire silently brushing glass and a static-stuck bit of bloody gauze off the side of his leg.

"Mission information," "senior officers," "contractors."

Between the way these people talked and the fact that more of them kept popping up, the Schippers were beginning to believe that these freaks were part of some kind of structured organization. And if that was the case, the brothers wanted to know more about it. It reminded Toby of some of the things his... "friend" from college used to say.

A brief shared look, and they had silently agreed that they had little choice but to go along with all of this for a while. They felt they had just uncovered the corner of an archaeological find buried in the earth, and they had a feeling that it branched into something big. They followed the vampire toward Issac's stolen truck.

"The Brothers Grimm have no reason to try anything on you. We won't say no to the ride," Spire said, taking on an honest kind of tone since he knew this might be a long con, and he wanted to assuage the mistrust he'd already managed to spark, if it wasn't too late. It was strange how easily he could gain trust and favors when he put in the effort, but how quickly his default demeanor led to suspicion. The predator became easy to spot when the facade wasn't up. Oren had clearly spotted it.

"Yeah. I sort of feel like all of this stuff is a little above our usual, uh--our usual job description," said Toby, who had no need to coat his words with anything but his genuine unease. "Who exactly are you people?"

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“Hey now, I was left in the lurch as much as you were.” Christina kept her tone highly controlled but clearly didn’t appreciate the insinuation that she had something to do with the mess that had gone down inside. “You might not like to acknowledge it, but I’m a researcher as much as you are.” She was about to add more about her technical role within SCION, but this was when Madison texted and she exhaled audibly in relief.

Thank god you’re here. her reply went. And no, but it’s more than likely someone heard the gunshots. Let him make of that what he would. Issac’s text came next and she was caught between rolling her eyes at what now appeared to be a childish attention grab and gratitude that he had not just left them on their own with two unknown hunters and the mysterious cryptid to figure something out. And speaking of the hunters…

They came falling out of the chute and she could immediately feel that her shield was in fact gone, prompting a quiet- “Idiot” as she realized she hadn't imagined him removing it before she turned her back on them. Oren could order them about and be more convincing than she would be anyway. Instead, she made her way closer to the street and waved at Madison when he showed up. “That friend seems to have decided to take a roundabout route.” She tapped her fingers on the back of her phone. “There he is now.” She allowed a brief scowl to show before she wiped her face clear. She kept up this expression while the vampire gave instructions, and then moved over to the cryptid.

“Madison’s here.” She said gently, pointing at the car. “He’s going to be the one working with you, but first we have to get out, yes?” she offered a hand to help the injured woman – well, she looked enough like one – off the ground.

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“Well, then, if that’s the case, then let’s not waste any more time. Christina? Ma’am?” Madison’s voice betrayed nothing less than good-naturedness, politeness as he slid out of the driver seat to swing open the car’s door from the inside.

A niggling curiosity had settled itself in the back of his mind, peaked further by the texts that had been sent his way. Gunshots, Arc going off on his lonesome to chase down a White Rose member...While this was definitely an interesting development, Madison was intent on keeping his quiet promise of not prying just yet. Not while they were so vulnerable, at least. Walls having ears and all.

Patience was a virtue; something Madison had learned long ago.

Smiling warmly, he settled himself back into his seat, eyeing the cryptid as he waited. The most obvious thing was the mess of wrapping about her- he had taken a guess at the gender, admittedly, but it was better than referring to someone as an “it”- waist. Oren must have had quite a shock, Madison mused, running a finger against the wheel before switching the car back into gear.

Strangers, agents running off on their own, gunshots...He could only wonder at this point.

“I hope you don’t mind the clutter,” Madison suddenly began. “I drove here as soon as I arrived, so I didn’t have much time to drop my things off. Go ahead and move stuff around if you need more wriggle room.”

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Oren had hopped into the van and pulled off the stained and bloody lab coat.The vampress was planning to spend the time tidying up the gashes across one side of her face, wounds that had been sluggishly bleeding down her neck and shoulder for some time, when her phone rang.

The researcher's steely expression upon hearing Rafael speak more or less said it all about the woman's opinion on both what had happened, and him attempting to set her this task. Oren was silent for a long moment, before she sent a voicemail straight back.

" Alihambra. You seem to have a few misconceptions about this situation.First of all, do I seem to be in a good position to do that?Do you think as a vampire I just carry bags of blood around with me? Oddly enough most of my kind exercise a level of self control. Something that faszfej Longbow is a complete stranger to. Secondly, since when has this been my problem? I'm a researcher, not the appointed babysitter of all the vampires of SCION. I'd like to assume that I wasn't sent out here for my skills of dealing with field agents' negligent bullshit. Thirdly, you are talking as if you have any authority to tell me what to do. I can assure you, you don't."

She remarked upon all of this whilst watching Toby with the look of distinct suspicion, one perfected by a life of not trusting anybody, not even members of her own organization.

In some cases, especially not those in her own organization.

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The cryptid's neon gaze flickered up toward Christina, staring dully at the sorceress, its expression now more a one of exhausted resignation than active fear, lacking the energy to do much other than go along with it.

It took the creature a few moments to realize what they wanted before it..or possibly she, struggled to comply, reaching the one working arm around the lip of the dumpster and dragging herself up, grimacing and stifling a whimper as she did so, her other arm useless and providing no means to hold the incision on her front closed, prompting spasmodic wretching that nearly pushed her over and ejected more green blood from her mouth onto the dirty concrete.


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"I've completed all my objectives AND I bought you all pizza. They should just hurry up and promote me to a team leader because I'm obviously killing this field agent stuff."

Kora strode in through the front door of the safehouse, several pizza boxes in one hand and a bag full of drinks in the other. (The soft kind, as she very much doubted the senior officers would approve of them drinking whilst technically on duty.)

"If people aren't back I'm eating their food. Not going to suffer through cold pizza because some agent can't get his ass back on time. Cold pizza is bullshit and everyone knows it."

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It looked if Oren had been just as efficient as ever, to her credit.

The stage of work the researcher was in was fairly obvious, to say the least. A neat incision, showing little signs of error or laziness. From how the cryptid held herself, it seemed as if Oren had gotten fairly deep before the supposed corpse had awakened. However, while Madison certainly respected his coworker’s work, it unfortunately made things more difficult on his side.

Seeing as he dealt with...well, living things, and it wasn’t very good for any living thing he was supposed to study to have their innards spilling out, unable to fully move, and spitting up bile-filled blood with the effort.

Grateful that he had had the foresight to be wearing one of his cheaper outfits, Madison slipped out of the vehicle once more, stepping quickly over to the cryptid. Skirting around the puddle on the concrete, he offered an arm, taking care not to get too close to the other. After all, seeing how timid she seemed, there was a chance that she might slink away- or even lash out- if provoked.

“Come on,” Madison said softly. “Here, I’ll help you into the car if you need it. Can you walk?” Soon after the words had left his lips, the vampire peered over his shoulder at Christina, lips pressed slightly- not quite a frown, but more or less a look of careful thought.

“Sorry you ended up having to deal with all this,” he added. “Go ahead and sit down; we should probably hurry before anyone else arrives.” Then, in an attempt to lighten the mood,

“You don’t think they’ll be too mad about the mess, do you? I mean, I spilled a bit of soda in the front on the way here, and it looks like it might end up staining.”

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(Normally I would do some more tagging, but as I am currently unaware of exactly who is and isnt in the safehouse right now, I did the best I could)

"Did someone say Pizza" Jonah mentioned, as he and Liam showed up. It was kind of weird, because they hadn't made a single noise at all before now and just slipped in. This was actually a form of concealment charm that Jonah had placed on them to avoid everything inbetween them and the safehouse seeing as how things were so violent and hot.

The fact was, Jonah did not like how active things got. Between the police, the cryptids, and who knows what else, Jonah did not want to deal with anything they did not have to avoid. The concealment charm was not a strong one, but most concealment charms only lasted a short time, or at night, or some other stipulation. Magic cannot hide someone forever, it seemed. Not without a price. Jonah's concealment charm simply hid them from anything not looking for them. Since they had not engaged anyone in a fight, nor had they been seen other then by their contacts, Jonah figured they could safely get back to the safehouse using the concealment charm. Had anyone been looking for them though, the thing would have been absolutely worthless, or worse, revealed they had magic.

"You got pepperoni right?" Liam asked as he went over to grab a slice.

"Oh just shut up and enjoy the pizza" Jonah told him, before turning to face Kora. "Thank you. Its nice to know someone here has good taste in food. I don't suppose you brought back any of that Fruit Punch stuff they serve in the soda machines? Its really tasty".

"By that he means he is addicted to the stuff" Liam mentioned, causing Jonah to throw a conjured snowball into his head. Though, conjuration is the wrong word. He actually transmuted the air into water at sub-zero tempatures, AKA snow. But to appearance of others, it would have likely seemed like a conjuration. "Speaking of which, did anyone else learn anything?"

"Yeah. We learned some things, but not enough. Apparently, the blood might make vampires a little sick, but its not toxic to them. Or anything, from what I have heard so far. Additionally, I sweeped the entire city searching for magical buildup or excess magical energy in the air. Not even that old wishing well scam where people try to build up magical energy by absorbing the small amount of magic made in every wish to build up for a large ritual. Much less messy then the ritual sacrifices everyone used to make. It seems like whatever is behind this, they kept their tracks clean. We even checked with the biggest information broker in town, and she didn't seem to know anything either".

"I guess there is a second time for everything" Liam mentioned, slipping a little. He immediately went back to eating as if nothing happened, but Liam had all but confirmed they had gone to her before with something else she could not find out.

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“Just lift her, Maddie. It’ll be faster.” Christina glanced around nervously, expecting their location to be uncovered any minute now, especially with Rafael’s dramatic exit. “And just give me a second.” She ran to the car and cast again, protecting the interior before conjuring a sheet. The last, especially, pulled at her reserves and she caught herself against the door. “Let’s just get out of here. Quickly.”

The sorceress took Madison’s suggestion and shifted the stuff in the back to make room for both herself and the cryptid, then settled in. She was still eavesdropping on thoughts as well, and she drew out her phone once more, sending Oren and Issac a few updates on Spire and Toby before they sped out of range. “Yeah, there were a few issues…” she looked at Madison. “I’ll complain later, when it’s a better time, though.” As she spoke her hands moved up to rub at her temples.

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At Christina’s suggestion, Madison paused, taking his own look around before giving a short nod. Before he could reply to his coworker, however, the sound of a gasp caught his attention. Glancing back over at the cryptid, he quickly found that her condition has worsened; it appeared that she couldn’t even move at this point, and her organs seemed close to falling out entirely.

“Well,” he began, “it looks like that’s not much of an option now.” Turning back to face the cryptid, Madison offered yet another soft smile, taking a few steps before lowering himself to the ground. “If your blood happens to be acidic, now would be a good time to tell me,” he warned, albeit with an amount of lightness that did not befit the situation.

Carefully, carefully, Madison reached out and tucked both hands under the creature- one hand beneath her back, the other tucked neatly under her legs- stooping a little more to get a better grip on her. Attempting not to jostle the poor cryptid even further, the researcher brought her into his arms before standing and walking back to the car.

As he placed the cryptid upon the sheet and walked back to the driver’s seat, Madison continued to speak, directing his words back to Christina as he moved about. “I’d tell you to go ahead and talk about it on the way back,” a pause as he turned the closed the door, turning the ignition in the next movement, “but I’m not sure whether you’d want to bring it up, given our company.”

After all, while the creature had been around the entire time, there could easily be information that was better left silent for now. Walls having ears and all that. Musing on the concept, Madison pushed down on the pedal and began to drive, taking the road back to the safehouse.

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As soon as the car rolled to a halt, Christina swung out of the door, releasing her grip on the handle as soon as she had her balance. She unlocked the door to the safehouse and walked into the hall.

“We need the medical bay!” she warned loudly, wondering which of his coworkers had made it back in the failure circus their mission had become. Hell, the superiors were probably waiting to pounce on them for messing up…

Pushing the thought away, she went back to hold the door open so Madison could carry the injured cryptid into their hideaway without injuring it any further. That wouldn’t probably get them into even more trouble and the thought of more trouble than what she’d get just for being present made her want to squirm.

“Come on!” she called to Madison, then turned her head back towards the house. “And can someone come clean the car?” or hold doors, she guessed, either would work fine.

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“Actually, I think we should save that job as a punishment,” Madison commented cheerfully, turning to pick the crypid up once again before approaching the safehouse. “Would definitely teach them a lesson, don’t you think?”

As expected of the vampire, he maintained his breezy demeanour in spite of sporting large, bright green patches of ooze upon the front of his dress, and having spent the past several minutes attempting to drive as carefully over speed-bumps as possible. He opened the door handle with his fingertips in favor of waiting for someone to open it for him, slipping inside once the gap was widened to his satisfaction.

Instead of marching right on through like Oren, however, Madison smiled at his coworkers as he passed by. “Kora, Phoebe, boys,” he greeted calmly, as if he were merely carrying around bags of groceries instead of a dying cryptid.

Upon reaching the medical bay, he was surprised to find that it was already quite filled. Not only were several of his fellow SCION agents already there, but so was an unfamiliar woman, laid out on one of the cots. Their attention did not seem to be on the stranger, however, but on each other.

It looked like his fellow vampires were quite irate at the moment.

“Oh, let her rant, Alex. From the sound of it, a lot of them have been having a rough day.” Speaking with nothing short of familiarity, Madison continued into the bay, pausing to place the cryptid gingerly upon a cot before turning back to the gathered.

“Besides, while I’m not an expert on these sort of things, I don’t think arguing while someone has their insides falling out is good bedside manner.”